[Gossamer]

Kimsan's green eyes brightened, crinkling the fine bronzed skin around them. He nodded as the elf lord settled himself gracefully and asked his question. Though the man projected a certain image, often the image was vastly different than what was contained within the whole of the package. Bright gifts given in seasons of celebration could contain treasure or poison in equal measures.

The question was like a first glimpse of what was inside... and there was no inherent reek of sickness or spoilage. Instead, it was sincerely asked in a polite contemplative manner.

The Monk was pleased. Sometimes the winds of Zinn'Sunn blew in strange travelers. This undoubtedly was one. So he answered in the only way he could think of... and so as the strangers gaze met his, he waited a heartbeat, maybe two.. and then spoke softly.

"Feel yourself standing in a vast sea of sand.. a desert of such dunes as you've never seen in your life... a hot sun blazing down, no wind, no water... only sand... then picture yourself bending down and picking up a single grain of sand... a glittering shimmering speck of dust at the whim and mercy of forces far larger than it. Yet, that same grain can wreck havok on even the largest mountains, carving them away with enough wind behind their actions. That grain of sand is what I know in life. The Silence whispers these things and reveals that the desert you stand in, the one vast and filled with only more sand... is what fills the world and comprises the world knowledge. Through silence I learn how very little I know and taste the desire to turn one grain into two and into four and on and on until what I am and what that desert is can not be separated or distinguished." He said, still holding Nimavel's gaze.

He did not ask the stranger his name. Nor did he ask him his business. In time, all things would be revealed that were necessary to be revealed. Kimsan firmly believed that.